All alone I stand
In the middle of nowhere
Hurt,
Emotional,
Self abusive.
I've climbed over rocks,
Mountains
Ran through valleys,
Screaming,
Crying,
Cutting.
I approach a point
Cautious,
A sound.
Human sound
I see people like me!
Rejoice! Help at last!
The pain is far from over,
But now there's a difference:
I have people to help me through.
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